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Who: Brock Rumlow & TJ Hammond (Political Animals)
What: PSL - Brock is assigned to keep watch on a Winter Soldier clone but also get himself in deep with the Hammond family in case he needs to put them all down so that HYDRA an prosper.
Warnings: Um... maybe violence? More to be added later.
When Alexander Pierce called, Brock knew that he was expected to drop everything, zip his pants up and haul over to where the new mission was. The changing political situation with Garcetti being in the water was one that Pierce was keeping a close eye on being an ex-Secretary and all that, but the man had a keenness for where the country was heading. He wasn't much interested in politics, though he kept up with it enough to be able to make chatter in the SHIELD lunchroom or on long-haul missions with STRIKE. The death of a President and the subsequent instating someone who smelled like a power-hungry, over-opinionated leech was not good for the country.
However, the Hammond family - as far as he cared - was circus side-show full of the kind of dysfunction one typically saw in the greasy underbelly of the poor neighbourhoods, minus the physical abuse and rampant guns. It was probably the only reason any of the Hammonds were still alive, but they were an important family, set up in a particularly good spot to take advantage of Garcetti's death. The rumours were a challenge for the Presidency was imminent.
The family also had a very particular piece of HYDRA sheltered - and the most dysfunctional of the lot - within that household. The Winter Soldier clone project had been some idea about thirty-five years ago, and it had been carried out with multiple people, the Hammond kid the most well-known. The Hammond kid was also one of the few survivors of the old project; apparently being cloned from a super-soldier had a high mortality rate, yet Thomas had survived two suicide attempts with little to no long-term effects. That made the kid both very interesting and very useful in the future. It meant the kid was someone HYDRA needed to have a handle on.
Pierce also wanted the rest of the family watched to see where Elaine would fall politically. She might not be swayed or hood-winked to the cause, and that meant if an agent was in close, he could end them all. For obvious reasons, they couldn't use the Winter Soldier.
So, he had been forced to take a leave of absence to take up baby-sitting of a recovering drug-addict homosexual kid with no doubt some kind of anger issues. It wasn't his cup of tea, but when the big man told him to hold his dick when he jumped, he did just that.
He wasn't secret service, but he was apparently being called in by Pierce as a kindness for the family to keep a closer eye on Thomas. Having rubbed elbows with the family so much, it hadn't been hard to get him in. However, he wasn't going to wear a suit all day, so when he showed up at the door for the first day of helping the kid out, he was wearing his black SHIELD fatigues, a tight black shirt, a relatively classy vest and his military jacket. He had his favourite pistol at his belt and a knife attached to his leg. He also had a days worth of stubble, going for the roguish rugged look rather than some clean-cut agent with a microphone on at all times. Pierce also told him to pull out his old dog-tags for effect. Whatever.
He was here to be effective and do whatever he had to do to keep Thomas close and as functional as possible. Well, at least he had to be in the same area as the kid or be able to track Thomas if the kid wandered off. Good thing he was highly effective at urban tracking, thanks to SHIELD and HYDRA. He been told to use any method required to get himself into Thomas' good books or trust or whatever a rich kid did aside from sleeping with as many men as possible. Well, he'd do whatever he had to.
He lifted a hand and knocked on the door. He probably should take up smoking for this. Oh well, time for that if this went South as fast as he thought it might.
What: PSL - Brock is assigned to keep watch on a Winter Soldier clone but also get himself in deep with the Hammond family in case he needs to put them all down so that HYDRA an prosper.
Warnings: Um... maybe violence? More to be added later.
When Alexander Pierce called, Brock knew that he was expected to drop everything, zip his pants up and haul over to where the new mission was. The changing political situation with Garcetti being in the water was one that Pierce was keeping a close eye on being an ex-Secretary and all that, but the man had a keenness for where the country was heading. He wasn't much interested in politics, though he kept up with it enough to be able to make chatter in the SHIELD lunchroom or on long-haul missions with STRIKE. The death of a President and the subsequent instating someone who smelled like a power-hungry, over-opinionated leech was not good for the country.
However, the Hammond family - as far as he cared - was circus side-show full of the kind of dysfunction one typically saw in the greasy underbelly of the poor neighbourhoods, minus the physical abuse and rampant guns. It was probably the only reason any of the Hammonds were still alive, but they were an important family, set up in a particularly good spot to take advantage of Garcetti's death. The rumours were a challenge for the Presidency was imminent.
The family also had a very particular piece of HYDRA sheltered - and the most dysfunctional of the lot - within that household. The Winter Soldier clone project had been some idea about thirty-five years ago, and it had been carried out with multiple people, the Hammond kid the most well-known. The Hammond kid was also one of the few survivors of the old project; apparently being cloned from a super-soldier had a high mortality rate, yet Thomas had survived two suicide attempts with little to no long-term effects. That made the kid both very interesting and very useful in the future. It meant the kid was someone HYDRA needed to have a handle on.
Pierce also wanted the rest of the family watched to see where Elaine would fall politically. She might not be swayed or hood-winked to the cause, and that meant if an agent was in close, he could end them all. For obvious reasons, they couldn't use the Winter Soldier.
So, he had been forced to take a leave of absence to take up baby-sitting of a recovering drug-addict homosexual kid with no doubt some kind of anger issues. It wasn't his cup of tea, but when the big man told him to hold his dick when he jumped, he did just that.
He wasn't secret service, but he was apparently being called in by Pierce as a kindness for the family to keep a closer eye on Thomas. Having rubbed elbows with the family so much, it hadn't been hard to get him in. However, he wasn't going to wear a suit all day, so when he showed up at the door for the first day of helping the kid out, he was wearing his black SHIELD fatigues, a tight black shirt, a relatively classy vest and his military jacket. He had his favourite pistol at his belt and a knife attached to his leg. He also had a days worth of stubble, going for the roguish rugged look rather than some clean-cut agent with a microphone on at all times. Pierce also told him to pull out his old dog-tags for effect. Whatever.
He was here to be effective and do whatever he had to do to keep Thomas close and as functional as possible. Well, at least he had to be in the same area as the kid or be able to track Thomas if the kid wandered off. Good thing he was highly effective at urban tracking, thanks to SHIELD and HYDRA. He been told to use any method required to get himself into Thomas' good books or trust or whatever a rich kid did aside from sleeping with as many men as possible. Well, he'd do whatever he had to.
He lifted a hand and knocked on the door. He probably should take up smoking for this. Oh well, time for that if this went South as fast as he thought it might.
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he blinks a few times at the last part, though, working on parsing the two statements and whether they're supposed to be related or not.]
That sounds like one pretty big mommy issue to me. And you know, sorry, dude.
[it's maybe not the most sensitive way of saying it but his voice is genuine enough. much as he hates his family sometimes, they're the whole world to him and his mother's the sun they all orbit.]
How about me what? Am I bisexual? That was kind of out of the blue by the way, is the next part telling me if you pitch or receive?
[that, at least, might come in useful.]
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Not particularly. It's a non-issue given how long ago it happened.
[He realized too late how his words might have come out, but there were no take-backs. He was pretty much going to have to run with it anyway, and yeah... that was a little awkward if it was anyone but TJ that he was talking to. Not his most charming moments.]
I think the media and yourself has established which team you're playing for. [He grimaced and sighed, flopping down in a chair casually.] No, not unless that's information you're desperate to have, and even then, I probably shouldn't reveal all my secrets in the first five minutes.
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[it's flippant but tj's genuinely a little thrown by getting into this so quickly with someone who, ostensibly, works for him. he's usually the one doling out the tmi, watching his detail get hot under their heavily starched collar.
usually not because they're hot for him, though. there seems to be a high quota of strait-laced republicans in the services.
he regathers his thoughts, studying rumlow with a slow smile.]
So, have you got a lot of secrets, officer?
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[Maybe if they were more casual with each other then it would be easier to keep the job for the long-term until all this political strife was over and done with. Pierce wanted this potential asset to be secured, so maybe an unconventional guard was what was the reasoning. He didn't know; he didn't care. He was here to do a job.
At the question about his secrets, he allowed a small smirk to twist his lips as he crossed his ankles one over the other.]
More than most men can claim to. [He offered a teasing wink.] Do you, or has the media successfully plumbed all yours to the public for a cheap thrill and buck?
[He rubbed his head with his hand. Handling the media was going to be the hardest part; he would no doubt have the urge to break a few noses.]